The Age of Fire: Adventures of Octavia
Settled in the far-flung reaches of The Isle of Ice, a daughter of Olivia comes to the Andam to unravel their secret to dragon-riding. With diplomacy and a gamble, Octavia spreads her legs to her breeders... in order to influence dragonkind into a new breed of dragon.
The Age of Fire: Adventures of Octavia
Prologue: The Isle of Ice
Context: This short story takes place during the events of The Age of Fire: Era of The Talon isekai series. For references, Olivia is the Isekai character-turned-dragon and Octavia is the daughter of this dragonelle.
This was made for the intents and purposes of developing a side, but lewd-centric spin on The Age of Fire series. Do not think this as a 100% serious piece but a lewd and fun side of this Isekai Series!
Disclaimer: This was definitely made while in a heavy lewd mindset, non-lewd mind will try to correct all mistakes and correlations in the future editorials!
Octavia's flight took her north of the Red Mountains, a dangerous territory as the Andam declared themselves three months ago. By their fire throughout the lands, Octavia took herself through the territories and settled herself by the sea where she could rest for an evening before seeking out what had been rumored by her kin. As it was late afternoon, there were few humans who had spotted her but those that did come into view stared at her with awe and fear until they turned away from the sight.
The sky was clear blue above them and the sun shone brightly upon her scales, which shimmered in the light. The wind blew gently around her wings while she flapped slowly to gain altitude so as not to frighten anyone below. Dragons were now a common sight in these lands, a sad truth into the effects of what these dragon riders were doing. The closer the dragonelle got to the northern lands and the isles, the more she started to realize how militarized the hominids were becoming. It was one thing that her mother Olivia told her:
The Andam bred dragons like they were livestock, and that the secret to controlling dragons were the imprints humans made to them as hatchlings. She had taught the dragonelle so much about the Andam, that she would commit to an action that made Olivia worry so much for her. Taught by her broodmother's deception and exceptional tactics, Octavia would go straight to the territories of these dragon riders...
And offer herself to them.
As soon as she landed on the shoreline, several men approached her with weapons drawn, ready to fight. "I am no threat," said the dragonelle calmly in the barbaric tongue of the north as she looked down at the humans. Not long after the men came to the shoreline, dragon riders would swiftly come out of the horizon with their battle-dressed dragons.
"Who are you?" asked the first man. His face was covered in sweat, his hair tied up behind him in a ponytail. He wore armor under the leather jerkin he wore over it all.
"My name is Octavia, daughter of your enemy, Olivia. I have come to The Andam to offer myself as a prize, as the dragonelle I call mother wishes to ally herself with elves and dwarves."
A small smile appeared on the human's lips, though the other soldiers kept looking around nervously. One soldier stepped forward. "Your mother is the same dragonelle orchestrated the demise of The Iron Riders, and The Wheel of Fire Dwarves?" He asked.
"No, I am the one who orchestrated the demise of The Wheel of Fire Dwarves." Octavia replied, snapping back at the young warrior. Her words struck fear into the hearts of many warriors who watched this exchange happen. However, a dragon rider stepped forth and spoke up.
"We do not know if we can trust such claims, but we will take you to our leader for judgment."
"Thank you," Octavia responded politely to the man who seemed to be the leader, and followed him to his dragon. A large golden beast stood tall next to its master; it was easily twice the size of any dragon that flew past or landed near them. The rider climbed aboard and the dragon and motioned her to follow him. They soared off high into the air, and once the dragon reached a safe distance from land, they turned towards the gleaming Isle of Ice that awaited them.
They stopped at an outpost built along the coastline and Octavia walked onto a dock, where she saw dozens of armed men waiting for her arrival. There were two guards posted outside the door to the building, both wearing thick coats against the cold night air. Another guard opened the door and allowed Octavia inside the building.
The Dragonguard, hosted by a human Olivia called 'the Weasel' halted her where she came. Once again, Octavia waited and looked at the infamous leader of the Dragonguard's greenish armor. She then looked down at Eliam and snorted. "You've grown since last I saw you. You look almost like a proper dwarf." She sneered at the human.
Eliam glared right back at her. "It seems to me that you're still a foul tempered wyrmling." He growled, hand at his fathers sword. "Why shouldn't I kill you where you stand right now?"
She laughed aloud at this statement, shaking her head. "Well, because my mother and I disagreed and I separated from my flock. I came to be my own dragonelle, free from dear old mother." She snarled. "I do not care for you Eliam, and do not dare question my actions."
"The only actions you will be doing here will be one thing: dying!" The Weasel spat, stepping forwards to draw his blade.
Before he could attack, a voice boomed across the room.
"Stop! Stop fighting each other. This dragon has offered herself to us and she shall stay in our custody until such time as we deem fit."
Everyone froze and looked to the new figure standing beside the stairwell. Standing there was a frail old man, one that was in garbed robes and beyond his prime. His white beard was well groomed and his eyes sparkled in the dim lights of the hall. All heads turned to see the elderly Wyrmmaster who held the power to command everyone present.
"Now, let's keep this civil. I'm sure we all want the same things, don't we?" The old man spoke, walking down the stairs and stopping before Octavia. "Now, my ears fail me, but your voice sounds feminine, are you a female?" He asked.
Octavia nodded. "Yes, sir. I am Octavia, daughter of Olivia, destroyer of Dwarves and Elves. I destroyed The Wheel of Fire Dwarves and have come to join your order."
The old man chuckled lightly. "That is quite impressive indeed, young one. Now tell me why you have done this? Why are you offering yourself to us? Surely you have a life of comfort and glory to give to your young and family."
"Because my mother make allies with elven and dwarvish forces. The very enemies I have fought and killed are allies today, and I do not wish to make bread with foes who wish to poison my drink or murder my hatchling." Octavia answered simply.
The old man sighed deeply. "You already give me great and ill news. So you seek to join us? To live alongside others like yourselves?" He questioned.
"If you allow me, yes. My mother has left me to fend for myself and I have little desire to return home." Octavia stated.
The old man smiled, nodding. "Very well. Come with me and we shall discuss further details of your future among us."
Before he could motion her to follow alongside him, Eliam would get in the way of Octavia and look back at the Wyrmmaster. "My lord, she is known as a deceptive and cunning creature. Do not be so brash as to let her close." He spoke.
Sighing, the elderly man looked at Octavia and looked at her rather tiredly. "Eliam..." he began, sighing heavily before speaking again. "...if you truly believe that I cannot handle my own affairs without your interference, then you may leave this room now," The Wyrmmaster spoke sternly.
"But, sir!" Eliam protested.
The old man shook his head and gestured to the exit. "Go, Eliam. Go and find somewhere else to hide your tail between your legs." Eliam bowed his head and turned to walk away, leaving Octavia alone with the Wyrmmaster. With that, the old man turned back to the dragonelle. "He'll come back. young whelps like him will learn."
"Why do you think so? His father might be Drakossozh, but he is no Dragonblade." Octavia asked curiously, watching the young man walk out of the chamber.
"Oh, nothing. Just that sometimes when someone grows too big for their boots, they need to humble themselves. Perhaps that will teach him to respect his elders." The old man said with a chuckle.
Octavia smirked. "So, I must prove myself then?"
The old man shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall. "No, those are meant for the males. You are a special case." He explained. "Come, let's sit down and talk further. I think you will enjoy being here amongst us, especially after meeting your new companions." The Wyrmmaster spoke, soon leading her into a sort of map chamber at the top of the tower.
There were maps covering every inch of the walls, most of which were detailed plans of different areas within the kingdoms of men. Other than that, there was a table with four chairs surrounding it and various bookshelves lined the room with scrolls and journals neatly arranged.
"You have me curious, sir. How have you managed to tame our kind... or get so many?" She asked.
The old man laughed softly. "Not tamed. Those who serve me understand that there is always another option available to them besides the path they choose. That is something that is important to remember."
Octavia nodded silently, thinking about what the old man had said. It was an easy lie, a distraction and yet it worked. The dragonelle felt that the old man knew exactly what he was doing, but she also realized that if she wanted to survive in these lands, it would be wise to listen to the advice given by the Wyrmmaster.
With that, she sat down and took a seat opposite the old man. "And what paths would that be?" She asked, looking down at the human.
"Do not ask so many questions, just listen. As for how many... I cannot answer that, but I assure you that you will never run out of opportunities to use your talents." He explained, smiling kindly. "After all, you will only need three males to perform the important tasks suited for all your kind."
Octavia shifted where she stood, sensing that the Wyrmmaster referred to what her broodmother had noted about The Andam, especially what they forced the dragonelles to bear. "The task of mating." She replied, looking at the hominid where he stood.
"Correct, the most important task for you is the replenishment of our dragon host. You will be most taken care of there."
"Regarding the males, what of the trials for them? Winners are allowed to breed, correct?" She assumed, looking at the hominid.
"Also correct."
"And the losers?"
"They lose their right to mate. Quite literally, in this case." The Wyrmmaster replied. At those words, Octavia's eyes widened and she shook her head at the thought of that happening. "Any who disobey, The Dragonguard are tasked to rid the dragon of the stock. Females are not exempt from their tasks."
"That sounds... wildly inefficient." Octavia spoke. "The castration of the males and the killing of useful dragonelles makes for a waste of life."
"Look at it like this, your instincts are what make you dangerous. It is why many dragons need restraints, so they won't hurt themselves from what they are compelled to do." The old man sighed.
"If you worry about their instinctual reaction... Why not push their senses into overdrive? Overwhelm the instinctual to bring upon the insatiable." She pointed out. "And for the males... use it as a punishment, not as a standard."
The old man paused for a moment and stared at her intently. After some silence, he finally spoke up again. "I suppose that might work. Though I am not certain how effective it would be, or even if they'd agree. Still, you're certainly full of ideas."
"I can put that plan into motion." Octavia implied.
The Wyrmmaster chuckled. "Indeed. Well, I think we should go ahead and consider your place here. But first, you should acquaint yourself with your... newfound duties."
Octavia moaned as she felt another dragon thrusting deep inside her. For the first few days of her internment into the breeding stock, the dragonelle had been swiftly provided an introduction to the three breeding dragons of the Isle. Ramshard, the first golden dragon of the breeding cycle, had taken a liking to Octavia during the initial mounting. And while Octavia had tried to get used to him, the dragon's massive cock had quickly proven itself to be far larger than anything she had ever experienced. She couldn't help but gasp and moan as the dragon rutted hard, forcing himself deeper into her body.
Her second mount was a dark blue male named Sharptooth, whose large body had forced her to adjust her breathing pattern to accommodate its size. She didn't mind having him in her, though she did feel somewhat uncomfortable knowing that the dragon had a habit of biting and scratching when aroused. Her third and final mount was a black dragon called Darkwing, who proved to be a bit more aggressive than her previous mounts, but his passionate breeding style made up for it. The dragon was devoted to the ways of the Andam, but with her initial conversations with him and his trust of the Wyrmmaster in her... he trusted her as the old man slightly did.
All three of them were eager to mate with her and she found herself getting hornier by the day. Each time she was mounted by one of them, the dragoness would try and relax as best as possible, even show a better way to mate. By the end of the third day, the Wyrmmaster had decided to let her off of her restraints, and with the guards watching her... they allowed the dragonelle to have free reign along her pen... even giving her a place to clean herself after breeding so much. The sensation of being consistently bred made her feel alive, and despite her discomfort, her body craved more.
When she heard the male moan, her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily and staring down at her. "Is that all you got?" She teased.
"This is just the beginning," Darkwing panted, moving faster and harder within her. "I'm going to breed you hard and long enough to wear you out." He grunted.
"Mmmm, you better hope that happens fast." Octavia pruumed. She arched her hips upwards and pulled him deeper inside of her. Her muscles tightened around his cock, milking his shaft and making sure that he didn't pull out before he was ready to finish.
Her mind started racing, remembering what she had seen on the Isle of Ice. What she witnessed from the breeding stocks only made her need to change the living conditions so all could find the situation... bearable. And now, she found herself enjoying it. In fact, she couldn't wait for dragon of the cycle to cum. Not only did she crave his seed, but she desired eggs from it also.
As if reading her thoughts, he groaned loudly and released himself deep inside of her. The feeling of his hot load shooting into her belly sent shivers through her entire frame and caused her to squirm. Soon, he collapsed onto the stock and rolled off of her, letting out a small sigh.
She lay there panting heavily as she watched him cleanse himself all over her. He finished quickly, wiping the excess fluids from his groin before rolling over and falling asleep. Octavia remained awake, admiring her prize. She liked him. She really enjoyed having sex with him and hoped to repeat the experience later when she recovered.
After cleaning herself once more, Octavia curled up next to the male and looked over the breeding stock. "Has the Wyrmmaster considered my words?" She asked the laying male.
"It seems like he has." Darkwing replied sleepily. "Though I doubt he will act on them anytime soon. He likes to take his time with things."
"Don't you have trials over who will be a breeder?" She panted in question.
Darkwing gave her a nod. "Yes, we do."
"When is the next one supposed to begin?" Octavia inquired.
"In about two moons." He told her.
"Tell the Wyrmmaster he will need to let all of the males who participate come as breeders... any who disobeys an order for a turn with a female shall be castrated... but as for you, Ramshard, and Sharptooth... you will always have first choice... as you are a prime breeder... maybe a leader. You can command the males." She pruumed.
The dragon laid still for a moment, thinking. Then he slowly rolled himself over her, and snarled at her to lay on her back... a submissive position he had grown a liking to. When she complied, he positioned himself above her and pressed his cock against her pussy. His scales rubbed lightly across her skin and the warmth of his body warmed hers. A slight moan escaped from the dragonelle as she closed her eyes, relaxing for what was about to happen.
Soon, Darkwing pushed his cock forward, sliding smoothly into her wet hole until he bottomed out. Octavia gasped loudly as she felt the thick length slide deeply into her snatch, stretching her wide open once more.
"Ahh..." She moaned softly, closing her eyes as the familiar heat spread throughout her body.
Darkwing began pumping in and out of her, fucking her hard and fast. He pounded her like a beast, causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain. With each stroke, the dragon's cock slid deeper into her cunt, filling it completely and making her feel stretched beyond belief.
But no matter how bad it hurt, Octavia loved it. The feeling of being fucked raw was unlike anything else. Every time he slammed into her tight folds, Octavia thought that this might be the last time... that the pressure would eventually make her lose consciousness... but instead, it only heightened her arousal. All she wanted was to be filled with dragon cock over and over again.
Then, suddenly, she felt a rush of warm fluid fill her womb. Her eyes shot open and she looked down between them both to see his seed pouring out of her body. The dragon kept pounding away, releasing his own juices deep inside of her and causing her to tighten around him.
A low growl escaped Darkwing's throat and then he stopped moving altogether. He rested atop her, keeping his cock buried within her twitching pussy. Both of them breathed heavily, recovering from their mutual orgasms.
Slowly, the dragon withdrew his cock, allowing it to slip out of her dripping hole. Once he removed it entirely, he turned around and went back to sleep without saying a word.
"I will tell him what you have said." Darkwing spoke, before he started to sleep.
Octavia smiled happily, happy to know that he listened to her.
Over the next week, Octavia spent most of her time moving about around the other females of the breeding stock, learning what she could of the conditions they were dealing with. Many of the dragonelles were mad with the need to find a mating flight, many of whom wanted nothing more than to escape and have a cave to claim as their own with a mate and a bellyful of eggs. Some of the females were content to remain in the pens, however they were preparing to lay their eggs soon. Others were simply curious about the outside world, but knew that it was dangerous to leave their pens.
There wasn't much she could do except speak to them and offer advice where needed. The dragonelles weren't interested in hearing her suggestions and she couldn't blame them for that. They had become accustomed to the way things worked here... except a cunning and strong willed dragonelle named Ouistrela.
Upon meeting the dragonelle, the female was quick to point out that Octavia was far more deceptive than the hominids gave her credit for. While the Dragonelle had initially accepted this, she quickly realized that Octavia was right. Octavia was very good at lying and hiding information, which meant that she must have learned those skills from someone.
"So your dame is a dragonelle who is the greatest foe of the hominids who keep us here? Why haven't she or you come to free us from our captivity?" Ouistrela asked.
"One does not simply have all the power in the world to go to every corner in the world and stop every evil thing. I seek to erode the ways of the Dragonguard and the Dragon Riders, but also improving our ways as well." Octavia spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"Dragonkind hasn't always been the greatest, my friend. We are corrupt, feeble, and solitary. Our ways have allowed hominids to capture us and use us as tools. It is time we learn to adapt and come from our nature, find a way to be better, even in the darkest of times." Octavia explained.
Ouistrela nodded in understanding. "You want to teach me how to hide myself, how to lie to people and make them think you're something you aren't?" The dragonelle asked.
"More than that, I want to teach you how to control yourself... to harness your instincts to overcome any obstacle placed before you." Octavia answered.
"And why should I believe you?" Ouistrela questioned.
Octavia sighed. "Because if you don't, you'll never get anywhere with your goals. I know you and every dragonelle here wants to feel the wind course through your wingtips, the hot rays of the sun, and find a home. But you won't accomplish these dreams unless you learn how to adapt."
Ouistrela stared at the dragonelle for several moments, pondering what she had just heard. Finally, she nodded her head. "Alright, I agree to listen to whatever you say and follow your lead. For now, though, I need to rest some more." She replied.
"Very well, then we start once Ramshard comes in." Octavia exclaimed.
Ouistrela opened her eyes, turned slightly with her restraints in place, and saw that the dragon was already sleeping soundly in Octavia's pen.
"They have taken a liking to you."
"My dame knows how to convince a male, she taught me everything I know." She pruumed.
Ramshard awoke from his slumber to find the dragonelle beside him. "Good morning," she said cheerfully.
He glanced around the area, seeing the other dragons were either sleeping or resting. There was little activity among the group save for the occasional yawning or shifting of the scales.
"How long have you been here?" He asked curiously.
"Almost an hour," she responded. "Now that you've woken, I am in need of your... talents." She purred.
"Oh yes," he grunted, now getting up like a hatchling.
"Thank you, now, please follow me..." Ouistrela requested, soon standing up to make way into the pen of Ouistrela. Once they reached the other end of the breeding stock, she would stand beside the dragonelle and lift her tail, spreading her hind legs wide open for the dragon to witness her drooling snatch, just as much as Ouistrela's too.
"Take us, we are both ready to be taken..." Octavia pruumed seductively.
Ramshard approached the green dragonelle Ouistrela, mounting the female and pulling her close. He sniffed her scent as best he could, enjoying the aroma of her fertile and reeking body. He lowered his hips and lined his cock up with the entrance of her twat, pushing gently.
Ouistrela started to snarl, causing Octavia to rub her snout against her cheek. "Fight your instincts, don't listen to the feeling that tells you this is wrong. It will not help you here, only bring you closer to insanity." She instructed, nuzzling and licking the dragonelle affectionately. "Enjoy the feeling, turn it into pleasure and let it fill your mind."
"Ahhh!" Ouistrela moaned as the dragon penetrated her tight hole.
"There we go... let him fill you with his seed, the more you do this for them... the more rewards you receive. Use this to your advantage." Octavia pruumed.
With his cock fully inserted, he leaned back and thrust upwards, driving his dick further and harder into her. Within seconds, the dragonelle was bucking wildly beneath him, her claws digging into the dirt and soil below. Just as Octavia instructed the dragonelle, Ouistrela tried to hold still while the male took her roughly by force.
Within minutes, the dragoness' orgasm hit her. Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing his cock tightly, trying to milk every drop of cum from his cock.
"Mmph! Mmfph!" She groaned loudly, almost unable to breathe.
She shook violently under him as she came, moaning continuously. Soon after, she collapsed, her restraints keeping her up whilst Ramshard finishes her fully. As soon as she finished coming, she fell limp and exhausted onto the ground.
"Well done." Octavia praised her. "That was wonderful."
Ramshard stood there, panting heavily and looking at Ouistrela with admiration. He soon looked at Octavia, who was already leaking with her own juices. "Now, my turn..." The dragonelle pruumed.
After he mounted Ouistrela, he mounted Octavia and pushed his cock into her, letting the tip enter her slit before ramming himself deep.
"There... that's better." Octavia moaned, bucking wildly against the dragon freely. She licked his cheek and nuzzled into the dragon as he started to have his way with her again. Already, he was used to her body, bucking into her folds with pure and sheer abandon, even as Ouistrela watched them be taken.
"My friend Ouistrela, we have much work to do. Would you like to help the dragonelles... ah! Find this... bearable and... at least... have more... freedom in our... position?" She asked, moaning as she felt Ramshard's cock sliding in and out of her slick hole.
The dragonelle smiled and nodded. "Yes, as long as... it keeps the Dragonguard from us." She replied. "Epiphya... was a good dragonelle... her pen was yours." The dragonelle said with a worried look on her face.
"They will no longer come here to kill us anymore... we will ensure they no longer have a reason to do that." Octavia sighed, lifting her head to lick the cheek of the dragonelle. "We can have a place of safety and protection in these isles... we just have to make sure to play our paths right. Work with the hominids and...." She soon stopped as Ramshard rammed inside her one last time. "...work together." Octavia gasped, falling limp against the wall behind her.
Ramshard pulled out slowly and laid down beside her. He then began to groom her neck and wings, cleaning her off and giving the same treatment to Ouistrela. The way Octavia worked the dragon trained him to treat the females kindly, and Ouistrela could see her point of soft manipulation.
Once they were cleaned off, Octavia laid beside Ouistrela and caressed her body. "Would you agree to this, my friend?" She asked.
Ouistrela thought over her options for a few moments before nodding her head. "If you promise to keep the hominids away from us and to keep their swords from our hides, I am willing to help you." She nodded.
"Good..." Octavia soon looked at Ramshard and licked his cheek to speak to him directly. "Go to the guards, tell them to bring the other breeding dragons to focus on me and Ouistrela. We want to prove ourselves to be breeding dragonelles and be trusted to have no chains so we can give you all of the eggs to the door. Inspect the chambers if they wish... we want to show them we can be more useful without chains." Octavia pruumed. "And if they wish, they can bring this up to the Wyrmmaster. I have been... enlightened by a few occurrences. Matter of fact, tell them I would like to speak to him whenever he is available."
Ramshard nodded. "I shall return shortly." He stated as he left the enclosure.
"And... Please tell the Wyrmmaster that I would like to have Darkwing accompany me in our meeting. He is the most loyal to him, I would like to have more of his supporters in this meeting regarding our Breeding situation."
Octavia lay upon the floor of her pen, staring at the ceiling and wondering what might happen next. She knew she had made the right choice when she agreed to help the dragonelle and the others with their situation. By now it had been a few more days, and the orders for the Breeder Caste of dragons including Ramshard, Darkwing, and Sharptooth had been carried out almost immediately... and Octavia knew for a doubt that she would be carrying eggs soon.
As she laid on the floor, she thought about how much she had done in the days since. How she had ensured herself to care for each and every dragonelle since speaking with Ouistrela was far more important than simply waiting around. By now, Octavia knew each dragonelle's name, how many they numbered, and what she needed to do to ensure their sanity wasn't taken.
All in all, Octavia had been able to manipulate the Dragonguards quite easily. They didn't dare attack her or any of the dragons she cared for. In fact, they seemed to respect her authority completely, especially when their jobs were made easier with Octavia doing the legwork of bringing the eggs to the door.
Whenever Eliam tried to accuse her of hiding eggs, Octavia simply let him inspect every pen. The little weasel always had shit flung at him and tails swiped at him. But after a thorough inspection with the dragonelle by his side and with his guards, Octavia made a complete mockery of the man by telling the truth and being consistent in her place. Since he had no reason to kill her and the fact that the Wyrmmaster had heard of her actions already... she was on the masters good side along with everyone she associated with. And as he was turning to swipe at a dragonelle for disrespecting him...
Octavia made sure to stop him where he was with the crack of her tail.
"You do not have the right to assault or maim a dragonelle in this chamber anymore." Octavia snarled.
Eliam's eyes widened and he backed up quickly. "What? What did you say?" He asked with a predatory glare.
Octavia glared at him. "Don't test me, weasel. I know what you have done to many of the dragonelles here. If you want to kill a dragon, you better do it the right way, not while they are chained. I and these dragonelles belong to the Wyrmmaster, and we are breeders, not fighters. Go somewhere else to go stroke your ego." She snarled.
Just as Eliam was going to take out his sword and attack the dragonelle, one of his own guards stepped in and gripped the man's sword hand, stopping the man from unsheathing his sword.
"This is enough," The guard commanded.
"She threatened-"
"She did not, sir. The female here wants to help us, and you have been quite vehemently against her since she came here. I will take this to The Wyrmmaster, and you will be questioned whether or not you are fit to command." Sneered the man.
"Fine." Eliam grumbled angrily. "But mark my words, if you try anything funny, I'll send word to the master and you won't live long enough to regret it!" He spat at the dragonelle.
"Oh I doubt it, matter of fact, tell The Wyrmmaster that he should change the trials. Make sure no dragon is ever castrated again and they all have access to me... I encourage the males to wear me out..." She spoke, looking at the guards as their faces were concerned with the fact a female would ever ask that. "Or maybe... I could find a way to magically bring the castrated dragons into the fold... and ensure we have a breeding center for dragons here. Cycle males out so that we can maximize our potential." She pruumed, soon walking towards every dragonelle this time.
"Lords know you have killed too many females."
Octavia watched as the men exited the enclosure, leaving her and the dragonelles alone once more.
"Thank you for saying that." Ouistrela told her, still chained in her pen. "It means a lot to see you stand up to them..."
"It was nothing... but now we can at least have some freedom here." Octavia pruumed.
Soon after, Darkwing came into the breeding chambers and walked right for Octavia. The purple dragonelle pruumed as she caught the familiar scent of the worked-up beast. Already, her snatch leaked and her body immediately submitted to the male upon his approach.
It would not be long before the purple dragonelle found herself on the ground with the dragon pinning her to the floor and sinking his thick shaft deep into her wet folds with a snarl. His hips slapped against her scales repeatedly, causing her to moan loudly until finally, he buried himself deep within her depths and held her close to him.
He continued to thrust into her with such ferocity and power, causing the dragonelle to pant as she licked his hide.
"You have been a very bad dragonelle Octavia, you upset Eliam." He growled, soon snorting as his dislike for the leader of the guard was made evident for just the briefest of moments. "The Wyrmmaster is not pleased with you."
"Is he?" Octavia moaned.
"No, you've just annoyed him with the whelp." He grunted, sinking himself deeper into the dragonelle as he went. "Now you need to learn to control yourself and think about what you're doing..."
"I have... and what I have planned is still the same... Eliam does not see our vision and he threatens what we are trying to accomplish here..." She moaned, spreading her thighs wider. "That is why I plan on making sure they do not have a reason to come in here... only when eggs need to be retrieved."
Darkwing nodded, but he soon questioned one of her plans. "You speak of having all dragons being breeders... what happens if there are more males than females?" He asked.
"More eggs..." Octavia moaned.
"Then... we get rid of those males who cannot perform." Darkwing growled. "And replace them with more fertile ones..." He snarled, now thinking more like The Wyrmmaster.
"I might be able to help ensure no bloodshed can be made... and give us the results of more eggs..." Octavia moaned.
Darkwing smirked as he saw the dragoness' body quiver under him. "So you intend to 'fix' them?
How?" He asked, holding back his thrusts in order to punish her.
"With magic..." Octavia whimpered.
"Magic? That must be a joke." He laughed.
"No... I can perform magic... for the males... and the females..." She rasped, flexing her back and licking the black dragon's body. "I just need... a few things, it might work." She purred.
"A few things huh? Like what?" Darkwing asked.
Octavia's eyes glowed slightly and soon clenched her snatch, causing the black dragons cock to twitch and spurt a trickle of cum in her belly. "Plants... berries... fruit... things I can use to make a potion..." She spoke, taking a whiff of the air. "I can use it to make us... breed faster..."
"How fast exactly?" Darkwing asked, pushing harder into the dragonelle.
"Faster... faster... oh... faster..." Octavia moaned.
"Hm... well then..." Darkwing snorted, slamming into the dragonelle's pussy hard and burying himself deep inside of her.
Octavia arched her back and moaned louder as the black dragon began rutting her to a point that she never thought possible, his length sliding between her walls and hitting spots she never knew existed. Her head fell backwards and she moaned loud enough that even the Dragonguards outside of the room could hear, but she didn't mind. Soon, she felt his seed begin to coat her insides and fill her womb with warmth and life, soon feeling an orgasmic rush through her entire body and sending her over the edge with pleasure.
Darkwing kept pumping his cock in and out of her until he eventually pulled out of her and he soon pulled out and stood over her.
"It is time to take you to the master. He needs to hear what you have to say."
"So, what I am hearing is that you have a plan for the dragons who failed the trials." The Wyrmmaster said, eyeing the female carefully.
"Yes." Octavia replied. "There is a way to give them back their reproductive organs without needing to risk their life or safety."
"I have a hard time pondering why you would go to such an endeavor..." The Wyrmmaster pondered, looking down at Octavia with a raised eyebrow. "Why would you bother wasting your energy on something like that?"
"Because it is necessary." Octavia retorted, standing tall and proud despite Darkwing's bulkier and larger body compered to her.
"Well, I forbid it. There is a reason why we castrate the males and giving them back what was taken would sow rebellion in their hearts, not to mention cause problems in the mating process." The Wyrmmaster explained.
"They deserve another chance. It makes your efforts more rewarding to them and for the cause to expand, having them breed as a reward helps you and them; increasing morale as well as bringing new blood into the force. Instead of one Isle of Ice, why not hundreds?" She asked him.
The Wyrmmaster paused and looked her over for a moment, considering her proposal. Finally, he sighed heavily. "Very well, but don't expect me to fully embrace this idea, we do have resources to consider." He told her.
"Understood, Master. Thank you for listening to me. I appreciate it greatly." She bowed deeply, curtseying before she left.
"Before you leave, please do mind your manners around Eliam. He and his men serve me well, they will mind their manners around the females; but that will be all." The Wyrmmaster warned her.
"Of course," Octavia replied politely before exiting the room.
After the meeting ended, Octavia headed off towards the dragonesses' pens where Ouistrela was waiting for her. As she approached the area, she noticed Darkwing was right behind her. The moment she entered the pens, she saw Ouistrela's face light up.
"What did he say?" She asked, still restrained where she was.
"We will have more males by the end of today..." Octavia smiled.
That was when Darkwing mounted Octavia and plunged his cock into the dragonelle's slick folds once more. "Not without that breeding potion you spoke of..." The dragon growled, humping her harder and harder. "Give me more eggs, I want you to be full." He snarled, slamming into her repeatedly.
Octavia gasped as the dragon pounded into her cunt, the sound of their scales slapping together made the females in the room pruum, wanting what was in the chambers. After several minutes of this treatment, Octavia couldn't take it anymore and orgasmed loudly, squirting juices onto the floor as the dragon roared into her pussy.
Once they were done, Darkwing removed his cock from her slit and gave it a lick, tasting himself on her. "Now, tell me, how would you breed faster?" He growled.
"Myself... I was born with my dame's magic..." Octavia replied.
"Your own magic?" Darkwing snarled. "Are you telling me that you can breed faster than any females, just because of a magic you were hatched with?" He asked, confused.
"Yes... my foua can bring a great harvest and a quick fertility..."
Hearing this, Darkwing moved in front of the dragonelle and looked her right in the eyes.
"Show me."
Ouistrela watched as Octavia showed Darkwing the magic she had spoken of. By a single drop of the dragonelle's blood or an ignition of her foua, anything that lived within that space had grown to its matured state from plants to animals to even people. But it also meant that the dragonelle could reproduce at a much quicker rate and the effect lasted longer.
When she finished showing him, the dragon turned to look at her and he stared at her for a good while. Eventually, he seemed satisfied with what he saw and looked around him again before turning back towards Octavia once more. "You understand that this means that our breeding stock will be much bigger than we thought it would be? You will need additional help if you want this plan to work..." Darkwing told Octavia with a stern expression on his face as he looked at Ouistrela before looking back at her.
"I can help with more than that... but I need you to do something for me. Can you keep my magic from the Wyrmmaster until the opportune time?" She asked. "I want this plan for everyone's benefit." She pleaded with him as she looked up at him with those golden eyes of hers that seemed to pierce him straight through his soul every time she looked at him like that; it made him want nothing more than to mount her again and fuck her until she screamed in pleasure again when she came twice in quick succession before he shot his load deep within her womb once more.
Darkwing smirked darkly at those words before nodding his head slowly; he had grown tired of waiting for this plan of hers to be carried out. He wanted things done now before something else interfered with it all again. "Very well then... I will keep my silence so long as your plan bears fruit." He told her with an impassive expression on his face before turning towards Ouistrela again; he looked at her for several seconds before looking at Octavia.
"But first... let's work on your breeding rate so that you females may bear more offspring." He snorted before moving up behind Ouistrela. He leaned forwards slightly before pushing inside of her once more; this time his cock was buried deep within her cunt once again as he began pumping into her with ease. The dragoness moaned loudly as she felt his girth drilling into her pussy over and over again. Now she felt something strange within herself as well; something almost like a warm ooze inside of her pussy that felt oddly good at first but then a few well-placed thrusts made the dragonelle cry out in lust. She tried to focus on what was happening as Darkwing started slamming into Ouistrela harder than ever before; slamming into her harder and harder.
It wasn't long before she discovered Octavia's glowing violet eyes. The dragonelle looked like an entirely different creature entirely when she used magic. The dragonelle looked shocked at first but eventually moaned tautly as Darkwing began pumping into her faster; pounding into the dragonelle as if he was trying to break through every barrier within herself until he finally gave in to his lusts and let out a roar that echoed off the walls around them.
He filled Ouistrela's womb with his seed once more before pulling out of her pussy, allowing his seed to drip down both their legs as they gasped for air after that intense coupling they had just been through.
After that moment, the dragonelle felt something warm building within her belly. It wasn't long until she realized what had happened, she was carrying eggs within herself now. With a shocked expression, the female tried to look at Octavia with the look she had. But that look suddenly passed when she felt another orgasmic rush course through her body followed by another even stronger one as she felt another egg being fertilized within herself.
Soon after that feeling passed from within, Octavia gave Ouistrela a nod before looking at Darkwing and motioning him to follow her reeking body to the other dragonelles.
It was time to make due on that promise.
Octavia couldn't help but cry out in lust as she started to lay her eggs. She could feel them growing inside of herself already and they were soon ready to come out. She gave out another cry of pleasure as she felt them plop out. Soon after another one was laid, she felt another egg coming out. She had laid so many eggs in such little time that it made any other dragoness pale in comparison, nine eggs in total from her belly.
Soon after she laid those eggs, there were other dragonelles laying eggs around them; many were laying eggs around her. It didn't take long until there were so many eggs laid around them that it was almost difficult to tell where one egg ended and another began. It made things difficult for Darkwing to comprehend just how many eggs these females had laid altogether. But eventually, it all became clear when Darkwing heard noises; he turned towards them only to see that the event had ended. He could not be able to tell just how many eggs had been laid, but he would help Octavia this one time and gather the many eggs near the entrance of the center.
The Wyrmmaster was going to be elated at this news, not only would they have many new dragons in this world but they would also be able to expand their castes at an alarming rate once the eggs had hatched; they would be able to form new territories without having to worry about resistance from their great foes.
After he had gathered every egg near the chamber, over seventy in total; the dragon would take it upon himself to relay this information to the many egg gatherers of the keep. Once done, he would seek out The Wyrmmaster and soon bring about what to do with Octavia now. If all went according to plan then he may have his own stock to breed... all to himself...
Especially Octavia.